#405
Watch the rain soaked beauty
standing, hair twisting and curling,
passing the drenched NYC cemetery.
#406
Posted up bar side
at that chic vegan diner,
bottomless black coffee,
plate advice from
a Brooklyn highness,
always worth the distance,
absolutely worth the bridge walk,
the only thing missing
is you saddled up beside me.
#407
At what point
will i finally learn
how to make a decision,
know my choice,
in a timely, comfortable manor.
Without doubt, deliberation,
second guessing myself,
writing lists, or seeking others opinions?
At this point i really,
really, really, really, thought that
i would know myself, and my
own needs a lot fucking better.
#408
The sunlight alarm clock
on the 10th story,
avocado toast, orange juice,
starting my daze gloriously.
#409
Its almost like you slip for me,
speaking the words of mine
own heart instead of yours.
i won’t concede that you
knew before me, that
i was destined to be yours.
In contest you adore me,
ever your rival i implore
my will to out care yours.
Oh the days set before me,
couldn’t settle my soul better
knowing now, they’re but ours.
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-Mr. Write